"I forgot, I dislocated my arm." I say. "What the-?" Ron exclaimed, waking up dazed. "I need to go to the hospital, I can taste blood." I say. "We can't, they'll track us. I got rid of Ron's phone, and I don't have mine." Kyla states. "I have a friend in Cavite, he's a doctor." She adds. I nod and close my eyes.
When I opened my eyes again, it's early dawn. I checked the time on the screen near the dashboard. 4:15 am. Kyla probably woke up at six am, skipped school to do drugs or something, then drove for about two hours on a school night.
Ron is still at the back. He's out cold again. But Kyla is nowhere to be found. I wipe the foggy windows and look around. We're in one of the poorer parts of Manila. The houses are close together, like pieces of a jigsaw puzzle. The road is thinner, and it looks like our old home back in Ilocos.
I tap Ron on his leg. He doesn't budge. A dark spot appears on his dark pants. I turn his leg, and I see blood.
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They Are Stars
Storie brevi(my grade 8 english project, dont expect much) When your people pass away And everything fades, When you get tangled in a mess, Will you still keep up with this charade? - Fifteen year old, Lian Joulo moved to her grandma's apartment in Manila after...
